A short story on how an old house in Mumbai tries to get rid of its tenants. This was the third time this week that the Narcissist, the Miser, and the Alcoholic were holed up in their respective rooms, lights shut at 10:30 pm. The three who would regularly sleep and shut their lights at odd periods after midnight, were now wary of their own tube lights since those attracted ‘Winged Termites’. The house of the Narcissist, the Miser, and the Alcoholic was old but the Alcoholic
